Aoi barely had time to think, much less dive out of the way, and she tumbled hands-first, scrabbling in a desperate attempt to escape the flames. She managed to avoid them just in time, but not without her palms burning and her baseball bat clattering away.

She tried to speak, to cry out, but found her voice caught in her throat, overwhelmed by an icy feeling of dread.

She'd seen far too much of her friends turning on each other, and she didn't think she could go through it again, even when it was very clear that it was going to happen anyway.